Every thrust makes my breasts bounce, my stiff nipples rubbing against the hairs on his chest, abrading the sensitive tips. My pleasure pearl is caught against his body, swelling and throbbing as his hard groin rubs against it. Though the pain from my spanking has faded, my bottom is so sensitive that it adds another element of sensation as he rides me and it rubs against the towel Mrs. Fairfax put beneath it.
Another climax is building, deep inside me.
I can feel my pussy convulse around his rampaging cock, squeezing him tighter, the sensation of him forcing his way through my muscles sending my pleasure soaring higher. If I had use of my hands, I would be clawing at his back as the need within me grows ever more demanding.
His mouth lifts from mine as he begins to ride me harder, faster, his cock pounding into me while I lay helpless beneathhim. My back arches, pussy squeezing as my body shudders, and I scream as passion consumes me completely.
The waves of rapture are relentless, buffeting me this way and that, confounding my senses. My legs tug at their bonds, trying to close, trying to slow the assault of sensation, but it is no use.
“That’s right, Betty. Come for Daddy.” He grunts as his cock hardens even more, filling even larger within me as he slams into me over and over. “Come all over Daddy’s cock.”
My head thrashes back and forth, the only part of me that can move with impunity, as the unrelenting pleasure becomes so intense that I can hardly bear it. Dizziness cascades over me and I am hovering on the verge of a faint when he buries himself inside me for a final time and groans in my ear.
I can feel him pulsing within me, his cock throbbing against my inner walls. The press of his body against my swollen pearl makes my pulse pound in my ears. I gasp for breath as his weight settles atop me, hard and heavy and as overwhelming as the pleasure was.
“Good girl.” He breathes the words into my ear, shuddering atop me as the last of his pleasure is pumped into me.
I do not respond.
I cannot respond.
I can barely think, much less speak.
I feel like I would float up into the sky if I was not pinned beneath his weight.
With a low groan, he rocks against me one last time before bowing his head over me, panting.
I can feel him slowly shrinking. It is a very strange sensation.
Every part of my body feels exquisitely sensitive, even the tiniest touch is acute.
When he slides out of me, I shudder at the loss.
When he bends his head to give one pert nipple a kiss, I whimper.
He pulls the towel from beneath me and looks at its red-and-pink-smeared surface with some satisfaction before using it to clean off his cock. Then he damps a cloth in his wash basin and washes me between my legs.
At some point, though I did not notice when, he must have rung for Mrs. Fairfax. He is shrugging on his dressing gown when there is a knock on the door. I am still bound to his bed, though far too insensible to protest or speak up.
Tying his robe in place, he goes to answer the door, and Mrs. Fairfax comes in.
“I need to dress for the evening,” he says as she spares me a glance. “Is her room ready for her?”
“It is. I have everything handled for tonight, Your Grace,” she replies with a smile.
“Good. Thank you, Nanny Fairfax.”
“Of course, Your Grace.”
Nanny Fairfax.Because that is what I’m supposed to call her, like I am supposed to call him Daddy.
The Duke moves out of my line of sight. I hear another door open – not the one Mrs. Fairfax came through, but one closer to my bed. I supposed it must be to his closet or another room where he’ll… do whatever dukes do after deflowering virgins.
Mrs. Fairfax undoes the restraints on my ankles and wrists with the same brisk efficiency she used to apply them. I curl into a ball for one blissful moment before she gives my bottom a little smack.
“Up, little girl,” she orders. “You cannot loll about all evening in Daddy’s bed. If you cannot get up, I’ll have a footman come carry you.”
Carry me? Naked?
